Political Logjam Poems

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the hoof is on the other neck the herd keeps worrying about thinning itself bulls and bellwethers abound the dogs have been put to sleep careless owners having lost their ownership their bones are scattered across a shallow pan of

February 14, 2016

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I mused at the turn of event at the scene The landscape is replicate with the shapes and color not in harmony with what nature would have loved to create given his craftsmanship This was a human configuration to give

Can you imagine, six bunnies sitting in a row all tapping one toe. Six birds in branches above all singing songs of love. Six frogs croaking in a pond waiting to turn into princes? Six M.P all shouting for space,

Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry. Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed

Deathly silence enveloped the vicinity As tears welled in every eye Stirred every heart,soul and mind That photograph and that beautiful face Thrown out of existence By inexplicable desire and malevolence Now cast a ghostly radiance In the light of

Disabled A person having a physical or mental condition that limits movements, senses, or activities A complex phenomenon, reflecting an interaction between features of a person’s body and features of the society in which he or she lives Developmental differences

From the land of bestrode came Ambrose the toad, With boring tales of a bureaucratic charade. Why would this old fart, with always the same start, Repeat old stories about the British Brigade? He’d tell you everything he could, Though

Time provides what the heartbeat hides; measurement and release for its subjects. Time provides us with existence, a temporary installation of measured quantities encapsulated by one quantum. Time will provide insistence of a contract between living things, a state of

Overturned, years of stasis Paralysis by mental blockade A political metamorphosis. Afoot at the general election; Vengeance of the Manifesto. The interregnum, the entrenched vote Tranches appear, on Revised Register Deceased coded, in numbers resurrect. Beyond the grave, claim their

One could tell that she had ascended from a peaceful and noble family of visionaries This rare beauty was never bounded by mirrors of painted images and selfishness She loved the open views that afforded her a first hand look

There’s a saying I know well, The road to hell, Is paved with good intentions, Pay attention crusaders, Freedom fighters, And bigot haters, When I was young, At heart and in mind, My kind of justice, Was just as true,

The grafitti marked the new beginning The rubble in the streets A telling symbol of political decay A girl crosses the street A new way on the other side An outstretched hand calling for democracy I see vestiges of propaganda

Graffiti foretold the new beginning Rubble in the streets A telling story of political decay A girl crosses the street Is there a new way on the other side An outstretched hand Calling for Democracy Vestiges of propaganda, Imprisoned dissidents

Hours before the birth of the gem, There was an affectionate argument between them; Her father said, ”Watch my child change the state as a minister”, To which her mom quipped, ”No she’ll deliver unbiased justice as a barrister.” When

The book is a compendium or a collection of over eighty poems, which address our physical make-up, socio-cultural attitudes about life, African political landscape and its historical past poetically. The first section of the book begins with a simple reflection

For ages Saddled with Domestic chores Confined indoors With a traditional muzzle Devoid of a voice With fellow housewives We were sweltering Under the class And gender yoke Seen weak though We were strong as a rock. Things taking A

Ideas not people rule the world, competing for supremacy, domination. Conflicting, waring to gain the upper hand, control. Virus like as it spreads through the population Infecting all that come in contact. Ideas are insidious things, once infected nearly impossible

It is not on you, dear poet, but on your Nation, and its rulers, spread all over Their body, mind and soul; irreparable, Their cancerous thoughts and deeds; ‘The red salute’, they offer to all, a mean, Cheap and cruel

Imagine Israeli and Palestinian children given flowers, roses, and peace signs To take home to their parents as gifts of love and freedom. Imagine smiling at them and learning of The future they have in store for more Balanced communities

i will not marry you, because of your color i will not marry you because of your nationality yes, i will not marry you for your faith i will not marry you for your social status for our political differences

Many years ago when my Motherland rock with political unrest, I was waiting to get the final word from those in charge. A young mother with two young sons, one, I was carrying on my arms, he was too little

What they told us about Capitalism: We were told capitalism creates wealth, we were told capitalism brings the best in man, and with it, individual’s potentials are certainly attainable; we were told individual dreams and aspirations easily come to fruition

Do you object to sexual encounters in the clan to save a semi-god from extinction? A political consideration? For you becoming an otherself for future generation? I will not return to the cave for a bell jar of bones in

My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison

Me, a singularity, vast, color fast, has a very good forecast and will flabbergast. Me, resilient at times brilliant and on the same token often broken. Me can be unforgiving, dangerously living but on the flip side, dignified, able to

Splendor of the moon, Rising from the horizon, Makes me surrender, To its magnificence. The enchanted moonbeams, Entice the waves, Kissing the seashore, Form ripples in water. Tides of love swell the waves, The moonlight spreading across, Illusions of a

Face plant off the third floor The blood splatter paints a pretty picture of why he didn’t matter And who’s sadder the committer or his encouragers Such a shame he had no one around to feel his hurt They all

Is it all just a big mistake The Earth got bored and had a big earthquake Did the universe decide instead of expanding lets just create The postman arrives at ten past eleven and he’s five minutes late I sit

Of all vice in the world under discipline Laziness – a Curse – is like a Saccharin. Sweet as pipe, sonorous as violin Wicked as a snake, ill-mannered as Bedouin; Laziness creeps in secretly body within And remains there undisturbed

May God Bless…. The one waiting for a loaf of bread The one wandering aimlessly The one craving for love and support The one who wants to learn in School The one who got drenched in rain The one shivering

Take two conditions. Place them facing each other. Join them at the tip. Make another similar pair. Place it adjacent To the previous pair. Join at the base. Then connect both the tips By placing another condition, On the top.

How fun is it? sitting together and to eat watching south Indians eating curd rice north Indians bringing potato with extra spice so many different cultures so bright fulfilling their born appetite some eat vegetarian while some are non vegetarian